The Little Things

I turn to my left and to my right, Seeing circles everywhere I glance. I am far from the middle, I am the outcast. Stuck looking from the outside I don't make a difference In this monotony. Why do I matter? I want to be included, A part of something, the focal point. No one pays attention to the little things Everyone focuses on the bigger picture, But in life, the little things matter. I want to belong. I want to matter.